Sahara Novels & Stories

If you found yourself thinking of an Afro-American Jazz-themed playground, join the club. Sahka isn't any part African. The Sahka are an aboriginal people. Since you are in North America, you would think Native Americans, and you would be wrong. There are tons of cool tribal names in the Americas...but apparently they'd all be rejected for a Turkish nomadic people who inhabit Northeastern...Siberia.

How many more must die before you accept the truth? Aria opened her eyes slowly. Outside the window, flames rose high above the settlement, painting the night sky in ominous orange and red. She watched as wounded wolves were carried through the streets by their comrades. Children cried in terror while families fled toward what little shelter remained. Fear was everywhere, thick and suffocating, wrapping around the entire territory like a shroud.

The computer screens in the Sahara building had stopped showing numbers. Instead they were filled with a white light that was screaming at everyone. Maya stood still her eyes fixed on the monitor on the wall. Thousands of people were walking out of the glass tanks blinking in the hot desert sun. Every single one of them had a silver leaf scar on their hand that was glowing. It was not a mark anymore it was a light that was beating like Mayas own heart.

he frowned as he glanced at her. "That's the reason why I'm here... to tell you that I'll accept your offer." "Great!" Denvo exclaimed a suspicious smile plastering on his lips. He snapped at Enrique signaling him to hand over the contract. But before Enrique could pass the contract, Samara spoke up, "But... I just want to know what's your intention, I mean, you know—" she paused, crossed her legs, and leaned her back on the leather couch to relax her back. "The paradise club is an integral part of who I am. Until now, I have dedicated my life to building this and becoming successful. I won't let anyone ruin and mess with it. And let me warn you, I show no mercy," her gaze is as sharp as gla

ODETTE After a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long.

There were fewer people in the lobby and I just quietly made my way out when I heard my name being called. I looked back to see Sarah running towards me. "What are you doing here? Our classes ended long back." She asked out of breath. "Yeah, something happened. Why are you still here?" "Hades has his classes, so I wait for him." She shrugged. I nodded. "I really want you to meet him. Even my other friends. Hannah, Derrick, and Noah." She let out excitedly. And I smiled at her excitement.

She was in the desert. She wasn’t sure what dessert she was but because she was well cultured and had travelled the world a lot, she became more certain that she was in The Sahara Desert in Northern Africa. She was scared and alone, the howl of the wind inducing more fear in her and the sand was hot on her feet despite the fact that it was evening and the sun was soon to set. Isabelle became even more afraid when she felt a swift breeze that was obviously not natural. It was made due to something moving incredibly fast and whatever it was, it landed right in front of her with a lot of power and it caused the sand to envelop her once more.

“ It is more like work Liam… I am sorry “ Aurora replied, the Pain she feels seeing tears In his eyes was too much for her and a tear also trickled her eyes too, it hurt so much. “ All of you are selfish “Liam blurted angrily, “ I don’t have a mother and when I finally got to really be with you and you want to leave too. I am cursed to be alone with motherly love until I die?I am In the last stage of my life and all I want is just to spend it with you and my papa but no, I don’t matter to either of you “ by now he was crying profusely and already shaking but as she tried to

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.